Top Songs By Big Scarr
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tay Keith
Programming
Big Scarr
Vocals
Foogiano
Vocals
Pooh Shiesty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Woods
Songwriter
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter
Kwame Khalil Brown
Songwriter
Lontrell Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Producer
Devin Ortiz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
SoIcyBoy, brrt, brrt
Uh, brrt, let's go, let's go, let's go (let's go)
Yeah, uh, big brrt
Yeah, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt
Let's go, let's go
Pooh, they must know with the Glock and gon' ride
Pour up a four in the pineapple snap
Life like a movie, I'm flippin' through chapters
In 17 months, I done turned to a rapper
Said he want the smoke, now his folks lightin' candles
She brought her friend, give a fuck 'bout the past
Have you broad daylight toe tagged, we whack 'em
End of the day, buyin' new guns, wе active
Big booty bitch, from the back, make it tap
Brand new hundred, two stick, can't count
Pop a lil' Perc' while I'm tryna relapse
Spin the block twice, nigga, that's a relap
Drac' in my pants, now I walk with a limp
When I'm feelin' offended, I'm takin' it out
This is a robbery, better not move
Start strippin' 'em naked, I'm shakin' 'em down
I love performin' with hoes on stage
I just be pickin' bitches out the crowd
Laser on the Glocks, no throwaways
We shoot to kill, gettin' shot in style
I done got rich, now a lot of niggas nervous (they mad)
And I just been with a sister named Curry
Shootin' on the court
Had them young niggas perishin' (they perishin')
I can draw back, cut his life short early (cut early, cut early, yup)
Fix a nigga's ass with the choppa like a surgeon
Remember I was broke takin' baths in detergent
Now these red-bottoms bleedin' on
My feet like a virgin (like a virgin)
I could still sell a 'bow at the store by Curry
Shots get pumped, yeah, a nigga, put the word in
Call about some P's, I'ma get to it, urgent
Young rich nigga, yeah, you know I'm still servin'
I ain't gotta took no money out of my deal
Nigga, been gettin' to it, now we just gettin' noticed
And we still in the hood on the green box posted
Settin' up shop every day, we open
If you on some dangerous shit, I'll promote it
If we wasn't slidin', we probably was scopin'
I got a play, you just gotta be cool
Give me some time, let me put it in motion
And you know they look up to slimy lil' dude
It ain't none but one of me, you niggas bogus
Uh, you niggas bogus, yup, yup
I done came up, hoes sayin' I'm cocky
Thirty bad hoes in the hotel lobby
Water drippin' off me like a Section 8 faucet
Poppin' my shit, all my hoes say I'm toxic (too cocky)
James Harden step back, hit 'em with the rocket
Still wake up in the hood with them
Hittas with the spotty
Cut my choppa, bullets soundin' like Kyrie
My bitch quit school, now she rich off Forex
Niggas talkin' down on me, hate it, I ignore it
Supercharged Dodge, hit the gas, yeah, floor it
Talk down, I'ma hit you in the eye like Floyd
Too much drip, take a bitch overboard, uh
Drip, splash
So Icy, So Icy, gang
Yup, yup
Ho, yeah, I get your main bitch spinnin' like a windmill
So much ice, you walk by, you get a wind chill
Yeah, they call me Big Foog, you know I do a big drill
I ain't do a drive-by, bitch, I did a standstill
Shout out to Big Wop, boy, I got a big deal
Yeah, I got the big drip, bitches call me big spill
Boy, don't call me dangerous if you don't like a bad peel
Boy, I killed the main opp, know that that's a big kill
Caught the pussy nigga slippin', yeah, that was a free kill (hoe)
Know I pour a four up with the mud, I had to break the seal
Disrespect the mob, and yeah, hollow bullet he gon' feel (hoe)
From the corner, niggas know I'm good just like Bradley Bea
In the kitchen, beat the bowl just like Betty
If I said it, pussy boy, don't forget it (hoe)
I'm direct, I never send you a message (no)
I'll kill him and you 'bout to feel I (hoe)
Pull up with a stick, niggas know I got a hundred rounds
Choppas hit and make ya break dance, call you Bobby Brown (hoe)
Double R, Choppa Gang and the mob'll hunt you down (hoe)
We gon' dump his ass in the lake, ain't no bodies found (hoe)
Pussy ass nigga
Y'all can't fuck with us, hoe
Hoe, hoe
Foog
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Kwame Khalil Brown, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Alexander Woods, Lontrell Dennell Williams Jr.
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